The Good Mosquito

As summer draws to a conclusion (in my hemisphere, at least), here’s a (sort of) tribute to the season’s least appreciated occupant.


I dreamed I was a fat mosquito

and thought it not a sin

to drain the blood of every human

to pierce and pock their skin.


I was a loving ‘squito mama

with a lot of larvae,

Denzel, Jane and Wilhelmina,

Emmy, Joe and Harvey.


I lived a life deemed worthy by

the insect god Big Kevin,

and thus was asked to come and live

with him in ‘squito Heaven.


When I arrived I was surprised

(I loved it oh so well)

to learn the humans hated it.

In fact they call it Hell.

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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10 Responses to The Good Mosquito

  1. there was a ‘squito from Toledo, knew not where to go, when an Okie from Muskogee, carelessly upon it he sat, and that was that.

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  2. Interdimensional_Refugee says:

    A hellish vision, indeed!

    Liked by 3 people

  3. CJ Hartwell says:

    There once was a poet named Mitch
    Who found all his rhymes without a hitch
    Then the skeeters came a’biting
    And Mitch could do no writing
    For his fingers were busy scratching his itch

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  4. smzang says:

    Outstanding, Mitch!

    Years ago on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, while fishing from the pier and waiting for a falling tide, we named the mosquito as state bird. I love your poem!!

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  5. Yet, it is heaven to the Big Bird who stalks you and moves in for the kill.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Mitch, Here in Texas, Mosquitos are fat at the time of their first flight.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. cat9984 says:

    I knew it! Minions of the Underworld.

    Liked by 1 person

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